WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

frost

November 23, 2005

Snapshot 23 November 02005

Night Fog As the air becomes visible all that we think of as real blurs and fades, recedes into greyness. There is only this moment, one step in any direction. Frost delicate and cold on every branch and leaf — deathly ornament. Morning brings a thin and stingy snowsifting the fog away. Three crows fly… Continue reading

Photos 2005, Snapshot Poems 2005

dandelion, fog, frost, photograph, poem, poetry
March 12, 2004

Winter Ending

wind chimes | chicadees | the tick-tick-tick of snow melting | down the drainpipe Continue reading

Photos 2004, small poems

frost, haiku, image, photograph, poem, poetry, small poem, winter

Ancestral (Artificial )Intelligence

I do not use AI to write. For me, writing is how I think, and I prefer to do it myself. If/when I post anything here that I suspect or know to be AI generated, I will tell you.

I have changed this from Artificial to Ancestral, after Abi Awomosu @ Substack. This medium was made with human history, human thought. All of it, bright and dark. It is ancestral.

Poems

Please do not assume that I am the speaker/ subject of my poems.

In these times of creative nonfiction and fictionalized memoirs, I think of the poem itself as true fiction: it is most likely not factual, but it must be true.

It is likely to be — it is best if it is — a truth I did not know before I wrote, and may not understand even then.

A poem is my way of discovering (dis-covering) what I feel; sometimes, what I think — but it is not necessarily biographical.

frost

Snapshot 23 November 02005

Winter Ending